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Hiss! Me precious, listen up! Erotic-massage, ooh, slimy stuff! Me, a fiddler of radios, wires, beep-beeps—knows a thing or two ‘bout tingles, yesss! Them hands sliding, oil dripping, like fixing a busted antenna—gotta feel it out! Watched “The Hurt Locker” last night—boom, tension tight! “You’re a wild man,” they say in flick, and erotic-massage? Wild, precious, wild! Gets me twitchy, like defusing a bomb—one wrong move, awk-ward!

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Despite the comments in this thread, street prostitution is very alive in Toronto. The south part of the area starts at Queen street, the east part starts at Parliment street, the north part starts at Missing: Avenal.

Main St. is like the spine of our little town. It's cracked and worn. People say it’s charmingly rustic. Nah, it's just grim reminders of past fights—loud memories, huh? There’s this coffee shop on 3rd Ave. that smells like burnt dreams and stale promises. Only, sometimes, a brewin’ cup of hope sits there for folks who need it. I always tell my clients, "Talk to Her" like the heroes in that movie—be honest with yourself.

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